#pedestrian etiquette

[redrcs]

Run. Run from the bicycle

Three Springs

On my travels

[telomeke]

[ID text–

Reworking of the "Distracted Boyfriend" meme, with the amended visuals addressing pedestrian etiquette when on a sidewalk. In the original meme, the boyfriend stares somewhat lasciviously at a girl in a red dress walking by while his girlfriend looks at him in annoyance.

In the reworked meme, the distracted boyfriend has been cropped out entirely. The girl in the red dress has been multiplied to form a crowd of people walking together, taking up space as wide as four to five people. The girlfriend (walking in the opposite direction) is now looking on in annoyance at this crowd of girls in red dresses.

The girlfriend is annotated "me". The crowd of girls in red dresses is annotated "people who don't understand that when walking in a group on the sidewalk you should form a single file line when passing someone going the other direction".

End ID.]

[navree]

i hate being the driver who complains about pedestrians and bikers so i try very hard not to be but some of the pedestrians and bikers i’ve been dealing with recently…….they’re testing me

[kozumelts]

the first time kirishima comes over, he leaves you with a splatter of deep, dark hickeys all over your neck. you'd been seeing each other for several months at that point, and he'd been eager–maybe overly so, feverishly pressing kisses against your skin, teeth catching on your nape.

you don't notice the marks until the next morning, when you're brushing your teeth in the communal dorm bathrooms. at that point, you're bleary-eyed and late for class, and the thought of layering concealer on seems like far too much effort.

so you throw on a scarf, weather be damned, and run to class.

when you finally make it to the lecture hall, kirishima looks almost shy, though his expression soon morphs into one of concern. "are you feeling alright?" he asks, watching you as you set down your things beside him. his eyes soften when you meet his gaze–then he's blushing, warmth dusting across his cheeks. "i mean, i just thought–you look really great, but, uh–isn't it a bit warm out for a scarf?"

you tug on your scarf, loosening the fabric. it falls away to drape across your collarbone.

kirishima leans over, glimpsing down at your neck. his eyes are wide when he looks back up, "was that–"

"yes, ei," you mutter, feeling the heat creep up behind your scarf. you tighten it and set your focus back to your notes. "last night."

he reddens even further–a feat you didn't think was possible. "oh," he says quietly.

just then, your professor storms in, rambling on about campus transportation and the lack of pedestrian etiquette in the vicinity. the two of you enter a bashful silence as the lecture begins, elbows rubbing together as you scribble down your notes.

it's only at the end of class–as you're packing up your belongings–that kirishima finally speaks, his hand warm against your upper arm.

"you look good like that," he whispers, the confession tumbling into the air. his eyes are lidded, intense–heated in the way they'd been the night before. "like–like you're mine."

you feel yourself grow warm, shifting under his gaze. the hall has emptied by now, leaving the two of you alone; unwatched. "we can do it again," you tell him.

his grip tightens.

"please," he breathes.

(he ends up back in your room for the second time that week.)

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Killing Time 2

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, includes violence, noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: a job offer could be an escape from your old life, but the new one, may not hold freedom.

Characters: Kraven the Hunter, August Walker, Lloyd Hansen, James Conrad, God the Bounty Hunter, Court Gentry

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself💜

The interior of the car is sleek and shiny. You don’t want to touch anything as you strap the seat belt across your torso. You feel bad enough that he insists upon getting your bags in the car. When he’s at last in the driver’s seat, you relax. 

You glance out the window at the patch of grass where Jake was moments ago. He slinked away as you hid behind the tinted glass in triumph. One little victory after a year of terror. 

“So, shall we?” James asks as he turns the engine. “We’ve some ways to go,” he adjusts the mirror and glances over at you. “I know it isn’t good etiquette but I must say you look beat. It won’t bother me should you doze as I drive.” 

“Oh, uh,” you rub your cheek bashfully, “thanks, I... spent all night packing so--” 

It’s not a complete lie and you’re sure he can fathom the truth after the morning’s confrontation. Admitting it will only make it worse. You just want to leave it all behind. 

“Of course. I apologise for the short notice but thank you very much for being so accommodating,” he says. 

He shifts into gear and checks his blind spot before he slowly steers away from the curb. 

“Me? Thank you for the drive. I’m sure I’ve could have found a bus--” 

“You would assume but as I said, the location is remote and you’d still need to get from the station to the house. I don’t mind at all. I’ve not been to the manor in some time and I’m overdue to check in on it.” He explains, “I’m happy to do so with company, if I’m to be honest.” 

“Ah, okay,” you accept. You cup your hand over your mouth as a yawn rises without warning. “Mm, sorry.” 

“As I said, please, rest your eyes. We have a long road,” he says. “Oh, you won’t mind some music? Any preference?” 

“I’m not picky,” you assure him and lean back against the seat. Despite not wanting to check out, your body is screaming for sleep. Your muscles ease against the firm cushion and you can’t help a groan. “Whatever you like.” 

You turn to look out the window, watching the streets and the few pedestrians on the pavement. Your lashes flick, weighed down by the sleepless night and the peak of adrenaline. Your head lolls and you let your eyelids close. Just for a minute and you’ll open them again... 

When you stir, the car is still but idling. The engine hums and the AC flows. You look over at the empty driver seat and jolt upright. Huh? 

Your panic is curtailed as the door opens and James appears with a tray of cups and a paper bag. He smiles as he lowers himself into the car and balances it all in his lap. 

“I didn’t know if I should wake you but I grabbed some coffee. Sugar and cream if you need,” he wiggles free a cup and puts it in the holder. “And they had some lovely looking bagels--” 

“Oh,” you wipe your chapped lips with the back of your hand. “You didn’t have to—I'm sorry I fell asleep...” 

“I did expect it,” he chuckles as he hands you the paper bag. “It is your choice. I got one sesame seed and a pumpernickel. I hope that’s acceptable.” 

“Mm, pumpernickel?” You clasp the top of the bag, “thanks, that’s... that’s so nice.” 

“Not at all,” he takes his own cup as he puts the tray behind his seat. He inhales the scent through the slot of the lid. “Ah, not terrible. They had English.” He lifts the cup slightly. “How typical, yes? That I would rather tea.” 

“I don’t mind tea,” you shrug and open the bag. 

“We will eat then be back on the road. Further on, we will have something more substantial.” He explains. 

You check the first bagel; sesame, and hand it to him. You sit and unwrap your own. Before you can have a bite, you gape at the digital clock in the dashboard. 

“Holy... two hours?” You utter. 

“Oh, yes, the time breezed by,” he remarks. 

You hide a frown and bite into the toasted bagel. You feel a bit better but a glaze of dizziness lingers. You need the sleep but you’re embarrassed all the same. You shouldn’t be snoring in the passenger seat on your way to a job. After all, he’s technically your boss. 

“Really, don’t worry,” he says as if he can read your mind. 

“I’ll try not to,” you swallow. 

You finish your food with minimal conversation. You’re still a little groggy but not as tired. You manage to stay awake as he sets off again. 

You glance over at him. He’s a stranger but something about his presence is calming. So much so that you lost all wariness. After what you’ve been through with Jake, you should’ve taken a bit more time to think this through. It strikes you then that this man is taking you to some remote location, based on a single conversation... 

You shake off your suspicion. It’s Jake. That’s all. He taught you distrust. Someone you thought was your friend, turned out to be a monster. Well, they say you’re more likely to be assaulted by someone you know. Maybe it’s good that you barely know James. 

“How long were you in the city?” He asks, piercing through your inner turmoil. 

“Oh, uh, about five years,” you answer. “I... you live there or....” 

“Closeby,” he answers. “I think you can guess I’ve relocated but I do tend to hop around often. I get restless.” 

“Ah, so that’s why you need a caretaker.” 

“Essentially, yes,” he agrees. “I’ve not the ability to remain as long as I need. It was a colleague who suggested it. One of his rare good ideas.” 

“Right,” you nod. 

“Well, I trust you will keep good care of it,” he says over the steering wheel.  

The journey unravels before you. It’s further than you thought, but you didn’t really pay much attention to your destination. You’re more concerned with getting away. All the business of thinking this out can wait until you can breathe. 

As promised, you stop again to eat and relieve yourself. James girds only a few hours left. It’s taken most of the day to get this far and the road ahead is less a highway and more a rural path. You take your time eating, as much not to make yourself sick as to take a break from sitting in the car. 

Back on the road, you feel the exhaustion fall on you again. You struggle to keep your eyes open as the evening deepens. James drives towards a thicket of trees, the moonlight flickering between them. You descend into the darkness as the car thrums through the noise of crickets and swaying leaves. 

The fir thins and opens up to reveal a large stone wall and a wrought iron gate that gleams in the moonlight. The peaks of the large manor are painted silver in the night’s hue. You sit up to see it clearer. It looked big in the pictures but you’re blown away by the reality. 

“A moment,” he stops and puts the car in park.  

He gets out as you watch him through the gloom. He unlocks the gate and pulls it outward, just one side, enough to get through. He comes back and shifts gears, steering through and up the long paved drive. He kills the engine and sighs. 

“I’ll just go lock up before we do the grand tour, if you don’t mind,” he says. 

You give a noncommittal grumble as you undo your seat belt. You just want to stretch your legs. You get out parallel to him and he hurries off back toward the gate. The hinges creak loudly in the night, and eerie high-pitched noise. 

As he returns, the moon hides behind a cloud and drapes his figure in black. “We’ll fetch the bags after. It’s dark out here.” 

You’re too tired and uneasy to speak. Now that you’re here, the second thoughts begin. This man is still, at the core, a stranger. And more, you don’t exactly know where he’s taken you. You push back the doubt as another symptom of your year of torment. That was another man, not him. 

He leads you towards the front door. You climb the curved stone steps as bats flutter off in the sky. You shiver as he unlocks the door and disappears within. A light beams through on and you shy away. He beckons you inward from behind it. 

“Come,” he holds a flashlight. “We’ll need to turn the generator on.” 

“Oh, uh, of course,” you agree and step inside. 

He shuts the door as you enter and he turns to aim the light around the grand foyer. He slowly moves forward, sure to keep pace with you. You admire what you can in the shadows. The staircase that curls out at the bottom, and the carved posts that sharpen to points at the end of the banisters.  

You follow him, huddling close without thinking. It feels as if you might get lost if you stray too far. He takes you along the hallways behind the stairs and to a narrow door at the end. He opens it and shines the light down. 

“You first, I’ll keep the torch above you,” he says. 

You look down the dark staircase then at him. He angles the light and brightens the way down. You turn and take the first step, and the next. Each groans beneath your weight as you put your hand on the railing. You get to the bottom and his own steps illicit creaks. 

He nudges you as points the flashlight across the damp basement. It’s cold down there. You fold your arms as your teeth chatter. You go to the generator and he looks it over. 

“You have the most important task,” he says and flips the light in his hand, “holding the torch.” 

He offers it and you take it uncertainly. You shine it over the boxy generator and he examines it once more. 

“We only need to turn the valve here,” he points, “then the choke,” he moves a rod from left to right, “turn the ignition,” he twists, “and pull the cord.” He grunts as he tugs, “just until you feel resistance and it should--” it rumbles and clanks, then mellows out to a steady hum. “There. Now, let it run for a moment and set the choke to run...” he steps back and dusts his hands off on his pants, “there’s a manual on the shelf over there in case you need to restart it, ever. Thunderstorms are not so kind here.” 

“Oh, okay, uh, yeah. I’ll find that.” 

“Mm, yes, well, how about tomorrow? If you don’t mind, I think I’ll be in better spirits for a tour then. Then you might see it in the light of day, eh?” He suggests. “For now, we’ll find you a place to sleep and get your bags in.” 

“That sounds good,” you agree. “I am beat.” 

“Me too,” he agrees. “There’s an old kettle around, I’ve some tea in my bag. If you’re interested.” 

“Maybe in the morning,” you turn back to the stairs, steadying the sphere of light across them. “I just want to lay down.” 

“Can’t blame you,” he trails behind you. “Given the way the day started, I’m certain you’re merely happy to be away from it all.” 

“Oh...” you utter, a tinge of embarrassment nips in your cheeks. “Yeah, well, that was--- it’s over now, right?” 

“Yes, a fresh start,” he agrees as you start up the stairs and he follows closely. “I do hope you find peace here.” 

[dailymanners]

Please try and be conscious and aware of where you stand and move in areas with high foot traffic—and, if possible and applicable, please walk in line with whichever side of the path your country is accustomed to driving on. Please also be conscious of your belongings in areas of high foot traffic (umbrellas, luggage, props), as they might hit other pedestrians.

Sidewalk/foot traffic etiquette varies greatly depending on where you are, but generally speaking, it is good to adhere to "lanes", and to keep with the flow of traffic (usually in single file. I've noticed a lot of groups do not file to the side when there is no space to pass, and it forces people to walk off of the foot path, stop walking entirely, or get squished to the side).

This prevents pileups, frustration over being ignored/hit/staggered, and is generally a kind thing to do, especially if there is ample room and someone behind you wants to pass you. It also makes high traffic spaces far more accessible.

[brionbroadway]

hey if you saw someone slow their walk to a pace of about a step per minute, with their mouth hanging wide open, yeah that was me listening to the queen ezra fight. brian murphy once again caused me to lose all pedestrian etiquette and the supreme crit will find him guilty.

[bedrockbones]

Where Tommy gets McDonald's

I wish you would write a fic where... ///accepting (this got so long so im putting it under a read more. dont expect all of the asks to be this length dksjhdfk)

"Here."

Tommy had heard the person approaching, but he hadn't bothered to look up. It wasn't a busy street he had found himself sleeping at, but neither was it uncommon for pedestrians to walk by. He didn't even bother to leave his sign up. This late at night, no one would be giving him any handouts.

Or so he thought, because when Tommy glances up at the sound of another's voice, the beautiful golden arches of fast food were held before his eyes, printed onto a bright red box.

His stomach growls, his mouth salivating, but Tommy doesn't reach for it. He looks up instead, towards the owner of the offering.

The street lamp shining behind the stranger creates an eerie silhouette, but the shape of a piglin is distinctive enough that Tommy could recognize it anywhere. Being a seven foot tall anthropomorphic pig tended to make someone pretty distinctive.

"It's chicken nuggets. And fries. There's...there's a toy." The piglin speaks slowly, an awkward lilt to his words, but he's still holding the happy meal out towards Tommy.

There were...rules, about accepting things from piglins. Unspoken rules but rules all the same. Tommy might not have interacted with many piglins personally, but he lives in the city. He's homeless in this city. Learning unspoken etiquette about what this world will tolerate from him was the key to survival.

But Tommy is hungry.

He couldn't remember the last time he had a happy meal.

Just this once won't hurt right?

He takes the offered box slowly, eyes darting between the happy meal and the piglin's face. The nether-born is still as stone, watching Tommy right back, but no sign of aggression on his face.

Then the box is in Tommy's hands and Tommy can't stay focused on the piglin.

He goes for the fries first, eyes practically rolling into the back of his head when the taste of salt and deep fried goodness hits his tongue. They're gone in what seems like an instant, leaving Tommy to shake the tiny bag for the crystal crumbs caught in the bottom.

He digs through the box for the rest of the contents, feeling plastic of the toy and the smooth surface of the nuggets. Retrieving the latter, he resolves to eat the nuggets slowly, savoring every bite.

He flinches before he truly registers the touch to his head. Glancing up he sees the hovering hand of the piglin.

"It's okay," The piglin grunts. His voice deeper than before. "I can get you more. Would you like more?"

Tommy swallows the bit of chicken in his mouth, but doesn't respond. The food isn't sitting well in his stomach suddenly. The fries and chicken have turned to cement in his guts.

This, Tommy thinks as the hand carefully lowers onto his hair again, is why there are rules about piglins.

[riverpiracy]

one week in portland review: never seen a cop, never been scared. the city is strikingly empty at night outside of specific venues. people seem generally more likely to strike up conversations with strangers than other areas i've experienced. many people i've talked to have expressed a difference in the city now and a few years ago: the expected, pandemic-led death of many local businesses is the main talking point, along with a perceived drop in feelings of safety which i'm not locally knowledgeable enough to corroborate or not, but it seems to coincide with the nationwide rise in violence during the pandemic that's begun to drop this year. coming from the southeast, i'm struck by how hot it is this late in the year; we've had multiple days in the 80s. prices are generally not as bad as i expected and the lack of sales tax helps. drivers are incredibly diligent about stopping for pedestrians but seem otherwise unaware of general driving etiquette. they still don't check tickets on the street car. vibes-wise miscellany: much of what's expected, everyone seems to be in their early 20s regardless of age, the city is very white, there are of course pride flags everywhere, many "everyone is welcome except the homeless" bathrooms, and i've heard so many terms spoken aloud that i previously assumed to live exclusively on tumblr.

[ask-lord-morgarath]

Greetings, commoners!

You have now entered the hallowed court of knowledge where I, Lord Morgarath of the Mountains of Rain and Night, shall deign to grace you with my impeccable wisdom.

Whether you seek advice on social graces, fine dining etiquette, the secrets of the upper echelons, or merely the trifles of your commonplace existence, you may humbly submit your insipid inquiries. I shall respond with the benevolence and eloquence befitting one of my exalted stature.

Remember, ignorance is bliss for none but the unrefined, and perhaps even the simplest minds deserve a glimmer of enlightenment in the presence of greatness. Strive diligently to prove yourselves worthy of my guidance, and for heaven's sake, do remember your station in life when you address me.

From the preposterous to the pedestrian, no question is too trifling for my superior intellect to dissect. Proceed with the utmost reverence, for enlightenment awaits those worthy of my attention!

---

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[domidextrus]

Sometimes, looking up what kind of age rating a specific game got in a specific country leads you to find some bizarre results.

There's this game called Absolute Drift, a top-down driving sim with minimalistic 3D graphics and zero violence where your goal as the lone car driver is to drive along a bunch of tracks and carefully execute drift maneuvers to earn points.

You got the rating boards of Europe (PEGI), Australia (ACB), North America (ESRB), Mexico (SMECCV), Brazil (ClassInd), and Chile (BCN) all giving the game their equivalent of the "all ages" rating, and even the IARC (an international coalition that seeks to streamline the acquisition of content ratings across the globe) gives it a 3+.

And then there's the Russian ratings board (RARS) slapping a 16+ on it.

Need I remind you that there are no other drivers (let alone pedestrians) in Absolute Drift? The only things you can run over are red blocks.

The only conclusion I can take from this incongruence is that Russia takes driving etiquette extremely seriously.

[emeraldwhale]

tumblrinas love to talk about how much they hate cars and while yes, a lot of modern life could be inproved by removing cars from the center of city planning, unfortunately thats. simply not the case atm. yes i know you hate cars. unfortunately if you dont get your license and there is an emergency you wont be able to do anything (you think an ambance is arriving fast enough? fuck that) plus like. also just etiquette. yes pedestrians have the right of way but if you jump in front of a car with airpods in and dont even look im sorry but you are an asshole! its crazy that i have to say this!!!

[mysteriouseggsbenedict]

Actually this is general etiquette for encountering runners as a non-running pedestrian:

If you can move out of the runner's way, do so. We are focusing on keeping our pace steady and not giving into the thoughts of giving up. It's easier when we can just continue in a straight line instead of weaving around people.

However, if you're not able to move out of the way, don't feel too guilty about it. If you're an elderly person or you're using a mobility aid, I am not going to be mad about you not being able to dart to the side or anything. I can usually go around people even if it means veering into the grass for a moment.

If you are with a group or if you have a dog or stroller, try not to take up the entire width of the sidewalk. Rearrange so that you are in a line behind one another instead of a horizontal line that leaves no room for anybody to pass you.

If you're with small children, guide them so that they are not standing in the middle of the pathway/wandering in front of the runner as they approach.

This should be obvious, but don't catcall/whistle at/attempt to engage with runners. Just let us run. Be respectful.

[spiremire]

PSA for parents with young kids! please teach your kids the etiquette for approaching strange dogs, no means no!!!!

I don't generally have a lot of advice for parents, not being one myself, but I suppose this is applicable to people of all ages. I'm also hoping this is just a regional problem and that other people aren't currently dealing with this as well, but this deserves a wide audience regardless.

I live in Alaska, where most dogs are well socialized to humans and have absolutely atrocious obedience skills and manners in addition to generally being walked off leash or allowed to wander off leash.

Many times over the past year and several times in just the past few months, I have been out on a walk with my dog and we have encountered unsupervised kids in small groups who try to pet my dog without my permission. Sometimes they reach out without asking at all and other times they outright ignore my refusal after they do ask.

This is problematic in many ways, but is first and foremost very dangerous. If the dog in question is a service animal, it can endanger the handler because the dog could miss something in it's distraction. If the dog is not a service animal, then you, as a stranger, have no idea how the dog tolerates people. Dogs that don't like people deserve to go on walks as well, and they and their handlers deserve to have their boundaries respected regardless of your opinion on the matter.

Some context for my dog, specifically: he is a cattle dog I rescued from the local shelter a little over a year ago, and the shelter staff think his previous home life wasn't great. I have managed to, over the course of the last 14 months, train out his leash reactivity to cars, pedestrians, cyclists, and children. We're still working on other dogs and wildlife, but I suspect that will be much harder.

Because of his breed (he gets nippy when he's excited) and his relatively unknown history, I do not allow strangers to pet him on walks. My dog is not a bite risk (if I felt he was, he would wear a muzzle when we go out), and does not have a bite history, as far as his documentation goes. I don't want this to change, so we do not interact with strangers on walks. He also has a job (he's not a disability service animal but he is a working dog) so I don't really want him to associate being on leash with the reward of human attention, because that distracts him from his job.

The first three times we were approached by children who ignored my denial of permission, he was still highly reactive to pedestrians and children. These kids saw a snarling, barking, backing away, mean-looking dog and decided it looked like it wanted to be pet.

When supervised children approach us, I tell them that he's in training, and that's usually enough for the adult to have them move on.

When unsupervised children approach us, I tell them they cannot pet him because he isn't friendly. I make him stand between my legs a good distance off the path, and we send them on their way before we continue on. Sometimes they listen and its fine. Other times they're trying to pet him anyway. That is met with stern scolding and me physically placing my body between them and my dog.

I don't like intimidating kids this way, but it's entirely unacceptable. These unsupervised kids have ranged from something like 6 to 14. Many of them have been old enough to know better.

If you still don't get where I'm coming from, I want you to imagine a scenario where the strange dog is a bite risk. Every time you approach a strange dog, you only know what the owner tells you and when an owner tells you their dog is unfriendly, you should assume they are not lying regardless of how calm the dog is before you engage with it. In this scenario, I am out on a walk with my bite risk dog, at the time I usually go, which when I expect less people to be around for a more enjoyable and less stressful experience. I am not expecting to encounter anyone, so I do not put on my dog's muzzle (or maybe I don't have one, for some reason, but that's a different conversation for a different audience). An unexpected and unsupervised kid approaches with intent to pet (verbally communicated or otherwise) and I tell them no, not friendly.

The kid reaches to touch him anyway, and gets bit. I now have a pissed off and frightened dog to wrangle and a bleeding child to deal with. I don't know where this child lives. I don't know who is in charge of them. And with the injury, I can't guarantee that the child will be able to tell me where they live or who I should call for them. All I know is that in the eyes of the law, my dog will be at fault, and if the parent chooses to press charges, my dog will be euthanized.

TLDR: If your unsupervised kid would approach an unfriendly dog against the handler's advice, then they should not be unsupervised. Save everyone a lot of pain, medical expenses, and legal fees, and just teach your kids not to do this.

[kebriones]

I hope you don't mind me asking, but what is like the etiquette and stuff in Athens? I'm visiting next year and I've found very little on it. Like just a few sentences. Man I just don't want to be an ass and accidentally offended a bunch of people

okay so here's a list, not really of etiquette but like...some things..

Don't worry too much about it. Especially in athens, we are very used to foreigners and will not be easily offended. Even things that might be wierd don't really offend anyone. Like, I live a bit further away from the center, but sometimes tourists rent places here, and I've had americans in full savana explorer outfits saying hello to me randomly on the street outside my house, which isn't something we do here but I was more confused than offended. in villages, talking to strangers is way more common, but in athens, unless you're not looking to ask for help/directions, we think it's a little wierd.

2. I think the main thing is: don't treat the place like it's disneyland, and understand that people are living here, working here etc. There's a certain type of tourist whose behavior screams "i am not realising this is a city like any other" and it makes us feel a little wierd. Things like taking pictures of/recording eveyrthing or treating everything like food stands, shops etc like they're some novelty is a little off putting. Fully experience what's different and new/interesting for you here but like…in a normal manner. Idk it is mostly an attitude thing. But again, nobody is going to be like super offended and bothered if you do act like a tourist who treats everything like they're tourist attractions, but you will register as a stupid tourist in people's minds. And of course I don't mean don't take pictures of the place either. I hope this makes sense.

3. This is a more functional thing but try to be mindful when using public transport. I fully understand tourists who are in fun vacation mode and I'm very happy for them but when i'm late for class or whatever and there's a group of them chatting with each other in the already very crowded metro and blocking the exits I get a little angry. Just try to be aware of not spreading out too much in crowded public transport, not standing in front of doors/in the middle of corridors if you can help it, and try to not make too much noise. You are absolutely welcome to talk obviously, just don't start shouting and screaming at each other, if you're in a group. And don't sit on the floor. When I went to germany I noticed this was common, groups of especially younger people just sitting on the floor of trains, drinking beer, but we don't do that here, especially not when it's crowded.

This is more of an addition to the above but just in case you're from somewhere that doesn't have the same escalator rules: Right side is for standing on the escalator, left side is for walking and shouldn't be blocked.

Feel absolutely free to use any greek words you might know like thank you, goodmorning etc even if you're butchering them. We don't mind, at least I don't know anyone who does.

Cars will not stop for pedestrians here 99% of the time and if you'd like to not get shouted at by angry drivers, be extra careful when crossing any street. Sometimes car drivers will actually stop and motion for you to cross the street.

Here's a little uno reverse for you: Do not be offended by shop owners/shop assistants who might be on the grumpier or ruder side. It's nothing personal against you specifically. Maybe they're not even being rude by our standards, sometimes people are just grumpy and we don't have the customer service standards of other countries. Basically do not expect everyone to smile and/or even look like they actually want you as their customer.It's not nice, but i'm saying this for your own sanity, don't pay them too much mind. The best thing to do is for any reason you are displeased with someone's manners is to leave a bad review on the place on google maps etc. Now if someone is criminally rude/racist etc towards you, I would absolutely recommend reporting it. I am not sure exactly how you go about this but I'll try to learn and update you. But verbal abuse and offending someone's dignity by words or actions is punishable here.

I am assuming that you're a nice reasonable person to be coming in my asks with this so I am not inculding obvious things like please don't come just to get very drunk in public, try to only throw trash inside trashcans and be respectful of ancient stuff (no tresspassing to get better pics, no touching things you shouldn't in museums, no carving your name etc anywhere.)

big blue trashcans are only for recyclable stuff, big green ones are for normal trash.

not related to offending anyone but in the city center you will be approached by people selling stuff and ladies with flowers. Ignoring them feels unpleasant and wrong to us locals too, but it's normal and okay and I recommend it so the practice might slowly die off. Do not start talking to them because you will be forced to buy something.

I am not good at remembering things when i need to make lists of them, so any other athenians who want to add things I forgot, please feel free to do so! I mostly avoid crowded places like the city center when it's tourist season so I might be forgetting something important.

[therosevest]

walking etiquette was VERY ingrained into me throughout all of public school (northeast USA). i still always stick to the right side whenever i’m walking anywhere and get irrationally angry when nobody else follows the rules lol. but like!!!! it makes existing in a public space so much easier!!!!

like!!!!!!!!!!!! yeah man idk i think people should be able to exist without so many Rules but it's just a matter of being polite... helping other people... litchrally in high school i was the number one proponent of Please Walk on the Right Side of the Hallway like i was pissed all the time. i have such bad pedestrian rage it's not even funny. yeah